Post by Devinder Singh on Dec 19, 2016 7:12:55 GMT
Devinder walked over to his kitchen and began looking around to see what he had to offer for food. Left over home cooked charna masala and palak paneer in containers in the fridge. But no roti. Damn. He looked in a cupboard. A pack of Oreos. Well. Better than nothing. He began putting them on a plate as he heard Toby's question. He paused to glance over at what Toby was examining. "Yes, that's my hometown. Jalandhar. In the north of Punjab." Devinder was proud to be a North Indian boy. He wasn't a jatt from the high caste, but he was proud of who he was and where he was from either way. Actually, that was one nice thing about moving to North America-- there was no caste system. He could have gone by his family name if he wanted, and no one would know what it meant. But, he had been Singh for so long, he felt no desire to be anything else.
He put out the plate of Oreos on the table, as well with two glasses of milk. He had a thing for Oreos and always had at least one package in the house. The high level of hospitality his mother had trained into him when he was young told him that he needed to offer something better than Oreos, but he figured a teenager wouldn't complain. Not to mention a white teenager. From Toby's previous reactions, Devinder thought even if he did have roti to eat charna masala and palak paneer with, Toby probably wouldn't know what to do with it.
"That's me, my cousin, and my father," Devinder said, walking over and pointing at the photo that hung next to the skyline one. His cousin wasn't wearing a turban, but his father was and he had an impressive beard to go with it. Then he touched Toby's shoulder gently. "I got cookies over there, if you want."
He put out the plate of Oreos on the table, as well with two glasses of milk. He had a thing for Oreos and always had at least one package in the house. The high level of hospitality his mother had trained into him when he was young told him that he needed to offer something better than Oreos, but he figured a teenager wouldn't complain. Not to mention a white teenager. From Toby's previous reactions, Devinder thought even if he did have roti to eat charna masala and palak paneer with, Toby probably wouldn't know what to do with it.
"That's me, my cousin, and my father," Devinder said, walking over and pointing at the photo that hung next to the skyline one. His cousin wasn't wearing a turban, but his father was and he had an impressive beard to go with it. Then he touched Toby's shoulder gently. "I got cookies over there, if you want."